Beneath the Wraps

           I miss my mom.   I have missed her since before she passed.              As I start aging, there are more things that I appreciate or understand about mom that I may have taken for granted many times before.   I don’t have the exceptional hearing that my mom did, and my eyesight is no longer what it used to be.   I find that I am often blowing up the screen or font size – especially when I am trying to view two windows at once.   I will still do a spell check but am unsure if a suggested word is the one I really want to use;  I can’t see what is being suggested – not from a comfortable position anyway.           I remember going to the pool with mom – who seemed to have worse eyesidht then than I do now.   She was literally blind without her glasses.   There wold be a clock right above the pool.   She could see the clo...

                 I came home with a headache yesterday.   I still don't know for sure what caused it, though I have a better idea.   Our youngest beehive attends primary before Young Women's starts.   She had been picked to introduce and conclude the primary program.   I noticed she had been wearing make-up; perhaps she was wearing perfume as well.   That is one plus about being in primary - usually my allergies don't react as the children don't tend to wear it for the most part. I can't say for sure as I have lost the majority of my sense of smell.   I'm guessing a sweet perfume.   Those fragrances I think smell best are the ones that irritate my sinuses the most.             The stake primary president was visiting as well.   Perhaps one of those sisters had been wearing a perfume - though they were all on the other side of the sli...

My mother was raised in an apartment.   Both of her parents smoked.   As a result, my mother lost her sense of smell.   So it can’t be genetic.   Not that I’ve ever had the most spectacular smelling senses.   But now I don’t seem to have any.   And I actually feel blessed that I don’t. At least at the moment.                        I love the smell of fresh baked bread.   Gingerbread.   My husband’s cooking.   I sneeze at the very sight of a candle – although I have enjoyed many fragrances – I do have allergies.   Perfumes, plants . . . don’t even get me started. I wonder if my allergies have dulled my sense of smell over the years and have finally killed it.           But there’s a lot of smells I don’t miss:   I understand the dog stinks.   I’ll bathe him today.   Bu...